In a stranger’s bed, she finds warmth

Yet she still feels cold.

Her body a temple for the devil

To carve his initials.

Tear-stained pillows and ***-soaked sheets

Became the cornerstone of her identity.  

As the Devil continues his invade.

In a stranger’s bed, she finds acceptance,

Yet she still feels rejection.

Her mind a playground for the Devil’s adversaries

To take her heart.


Yet she cherishes those mornings

As if they were her last.

I loved you until it became a habit.
And like a cigarette,
I became addicted.

If I could rearrange the stars,
I’d put the moon in front of the sun
So I could witness your beauty from the darkness.

The infinity of our past pales in comparison to the infinity of our future.

Thank you for loving me at my worst.
I promise to give you my heart at my best.